Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger! - Chapter 931

Chapter 931: Foolish Mortal
For a whole minute, the fierce battle paused, as even the seemingly mindless abominations were somehow affected by the roar.

Everyone was drawn to it, as though under a strange mind hex.

Their eyes were locked on the distant mountain ranges.

Waiting.

Soon, a colossal fifty-meter-tall figure appeared—the dark gray skies and thunderclouds heralding the arrival of the divine beast.

The creature was undeniably draconian, with pristine, shiny white scales, three oddly out-of-place purple eyes, and two horrifying maws stacked atop one another.

It had two pairs of golden-white wings—the upper pair, those of a dragon, while the lower pair, twice as large as the draconic wings, were feathery and reminiscent of a seraph’s.

Both pairs were enormous and probably already capable of carrying the creature’s weight, yet somehow, there were still two of them.

It was as if the gods and goddesses adored this creature deeply and would be heartbroken to see it fall from the skies.

One of the heroes immediately recognized the creature and somehow managed to snap himself out of the creature’s divine and subtle mind manipulation, stuttering as he shouted its name with a hint of trepidation:

“W-White Dragon of Creation!!”

Upon hearing the Phaskaldan Hero’s voice, everyone regained their wits, trembling at the sight of the heavenly draconian.

She was majestic…

Yet, she was also strangely eerie and horrifying—especially her three purple eyes, with vertical pupils that seemed unnervingly stiff and hollow.

It wasn’t Soul Warrior-hollow, but they still had a bleak, empty quality—one that contrasted starkly with the vigorous flapping of the deity’s mighty wings.

Moreover, the fact that she was roaring and hurtling furiously toward them made every hair on every sentient being’s body stand on end.

No one wanted to confront the angelic draconian in a battle.

Well, except for one crazy, battle-hungry emperor—awestruck one moment, laughing maniacally the next.

Watching as the white monstrous deity’s figure loomed ever larger, Menas roared—flames tinged with blue erupting from his open maw, reaching for the skies.

Despite being thirteen whole meters shorter, Shye’s Fire Dragon Emperor seemed eager to face its colossal adversary.

“Tarintus, continue slaughtering the mongrels and the lost humans. I shall go exchange pleasantries with the divine one over there!”

“Understood.”

After giving his orders—mostly instructing his flight to stay back so he could face the White Dragon of Creation in a duel—Menas flapped his wings mightily, shooting through the air and leaving vermillion flames trailing in his wake.

Tarintus watched the emperor leave with mixed feelings.

In the past, the two of them had been rivals, but now, he had been left in the dust.

Strangely, though, he was proud of the relentless fire dragon.

From the emperor’s tireless pursuit of power and challenge alone, Tarintus had known deep down for a long time that he couldn’t hold a candle to his old rival.

In any case, the elder thunder dragon was relieved.

He didn’t want to fight a deity.

Menas, on the other hand, became a massive vermillion streak across the skies, his furious charge momentarily drawing the eyes of both the coalition army and the abominations.

“L-Look at the Fire Dragon Emperor!”

“Is it challenging the White Dragon of Creation?!”

The Soul Warrior army likely would have watched in awe as well—if they possessed the capacity for such emotion.

The emperor didn’t care about anything else but his approaching battle with a deity, though, eager to both prove himself and see what he lacked.

Was it raw physical might, elemental prowess, ferocity, courage? Perhaps everything?

Or was it something out of reach for even those at the peak of mortality like him?

With a burning figure and passion, Menas flapped his wings, and flapped, and flapped more.

The White Dragon of Creation did the same, especially after realizing that a puny mortal dared to confront it.

The audacity!

Soon, the distance between the two closed even more, and the two entered within prime striking distance for their elemental projectiles.

Menas opened his maw, the temperature within five meters rising at alarming speeds.

A gargantuan fireball materialized before him—perhaps, due to his enthusiasm, it was noticeably larger than what he could usually conjure.

The White Dragon of Creation, however, was furious at the Fire Dragon Emperor’s insolence.

And so, the divine dragon—as the deity of life and creation—created a fireball too.

One of similar size and color to Menas’, but also different in a subtle, unexplainable way.

“Hahaha! I like you and your ways, divine one! This! This is how a dragon should act!” the emperor generously praised as his fireball streaked through the air like a small sun.

The white monstrous deity’s flaming sphere also shot forward, though a bit more gracefully and slightly slower than that of the emperor of flames.

Judging from the size, speed, and destructive ripples, Menas’ fireball was more powerful.

And yet, the White Dragon of Creation seemed unperturbed.

The two fireballs collided, and naturally, the stronger one prevailed.

In a violent dance of heat and smoke, Menas’ fireball struggled for two seconds before being decisively overpowered by the divine dragon’s, dissipating as it yielded to the deity’s projectile.

The emperor of flames had high hopes for his opening attack, only for that hope to be ruthlessly snuffed out.

Menas couldn’t understand.

His fireball looked faster and more violent—superior in every way at first glance.

But it lost to the White Dragon of Creation’s.

How?

Before he could think of an answer to the question, however, the emperor of flames was forced to change the trajectory of his flight to dodge the mysterious fireball.

This created an opening for the White Dragon of Creation to unleash her massive claws and fangs.

Once a dragon committed to a direction in flight, it couldn’t simply turn on a whim—especially not with a larger dragon pursuing it at terrifying speeds.

If Menas attempted such a reckless maneuver, he would only leave himself vulnerable to an unfavorable exchange—one he would undoubtedly lose.

After all, even an emperor like him was not exempt from the laws of physics.

If he attempted to turn, he would find himself facing a charging dragon at full momentum—while he had none.

This was why mastery of aerial maneuvers was crucial in a battle between draconians.

However, his current disadvantage was not due to poor maneuvering but the overwhelming defeat of his fireball.

Had his draconic spell managed to significantly weaken his opponent’s, he would have only endured the residual force of the attack rather than being forced to veer aside to evade.

The White Dragon Creation was hot on his tail.

Literally.

Her speed was off the charts, catching Menas completely off guard.

Oh, what a fool he had been to think he was faster than a deity!

In the next instant, colossal ivory claws slashed down his back, sending the emperor of flames hurtling toward the ground in a terrifying vermillion streak.

“Emperor Menas!!”